What about the figures?What about the facts?What about the outbreaks?What about ourselves?What about the figures?They don't stop climbingWhat about the outbreak?It keeps on spreadingSee it gaining groundDigging in the wound

We're in the doldrums

Quantizing is frighteningThe facts are blindingTime is draggingThe facts are blindingWe're a party in a suitNow the worm is in the fruitSee it gaining groundDigging in the wound

We're in the doldrums

You could make it just around the blockIt's able to sneak in any lockOn your shoulder there, is it a pock?Will the scales ever fall from your eyes?

What about the figures?They don't stop climbingWhat about the outbreak?It keeps on spreadingNow the lines are convergingTo the point of no returnSee it gaining ground, amplifying the woundA disaster (You name it!)A disaster occursUnder your very eyesSee it gaining groundDigging in the wound